We’re back and I just put my daughter to bed. While in Addis, I blogged several times. I just didn’t publish anything. Couldn’t. Wasn’t sure if I could share. The first week with our daughter was filled with ups and downs, really high ups, and really low downs, and a blog post about one day or one moment just wouldn’t suffice. So. I’m uploading one long, LONG post with my journals from the whole week. I’m going to trust you to please read them all, because if you read only one out of context, you’ll miss the whole process. I’m going to be really real. Some of it’s not pretty. You need the whole thing to get the context, the journey, our whole messy, beautiful experience. It’s easy to watch a video with sweet pictures of hugs and smiles set to a compelling song. This post may not make anyone feel warm and fuzzy. The only fuzz I felt this week was on my legs because I didn’t have time to shave. Every adoptive family has a different experience. I can only comment on mine. My little girl. And the hardest week of her life. And mine.